What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 07:24
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Three months later we run our own caper,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Mothership alien sorceress
Why did my ex-narcissist move so fast with his new supply marriage engagement moving in, etc.?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“Now as an outcast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm, That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life done sent me through a lot of ups and downs like it ain't nothin’, Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons, I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one, they said it skipped from 12 to 14, Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 A.M. thinking that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas, We trapped off in this maze, with walls made of layers”
“late night I'm on a first class flight, The only brother in sight, the flight attendant catch fright! I sit down in my seat; 2C, She approach officially talking 'bout, ‘Excuse me’, Her lips curl up into a tight space, cause she don't believe that I'm in the right place, showed her my boarding pass, and then she sorta gasped, all embarrassed; put an extra lime on my water glass, an hour later here she come by walkin’ past; ‘I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph'”
Are there any men who have sex with male dogs?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
What is your craziest/worst Halloween story?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
What are the best mattress options for a comfortable night's sleep in Pompano Beach?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Me and my peeps is all trife
What is the most heartbreaking thing your child has told you?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Why did the UK Supreme Court rule that transgender women are not women?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Can you share some of your favorite jokes that are not well-known but always make people laugh?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I'll see you when I get there,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“You as an amateur, is outspoken, I'm lookin at your face you seem to be hopin that I, might stutter, stop, or just mess up, but everything's live that's why I don't dress up, Blastmaster KRS a synonym for fresh, I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test, got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me cause we make up the Boogie Down Production crew faculty”
“I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she's pushin' the cart, Headed to aisle four, damn I got milk on my Clarks, That's what I get, not focusin' from hittin' that bark, My mouth dry, need plenty water quick, I feel like a shark, In the aisle bustin' them paper towels and wipin' my Wallies down, I stood up to face a barrel, he's holdin' a shiny pound, It's him, he want revenge, I murdered his Uncle Tim, I sold him a bag of dope, his wife came and copped again, That bitch is crazy and uh, she brought her baby, She knew I had the murders a smack, It killed her man though, now I got his fuckin' nephew grippin' his gat, You's a bitch, you better kill me, you know you're booty, You pulled your toolie out on me, motherfucker, First thought was to snatch the ratchet, Said fuck it and fuckin' grabbed it, I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was fuckin laughin', I wrestled him to the ground, tussled, scuffled, constantly kicked him, He wouldn't let go the joint, so I fuckin' bit him, Shots was whizzin' hittin' Clorex bottles, Customers screamin', then the faggot ran out of hollows, I had to show him what it's all about, Next day we readin’ the paper: A man who came to kill gets knocked out”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I seen it all in my short life
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
If it ain't
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Know your enemies
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I never knew my life mattered”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
If it ain't
No smile is genuine or real,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Movin objects mentally
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I do it once, I do it twice,
“Money's flowin’, everything is fine, got myself a uzi and my brother a nine, business is boomin’ everything is cool, I pull about a G a week; fuck school”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“…Sammy eagerly rode up on him, toxic off the turkey with the joint on him, Flower look his man stood up before him, The bitches hit the table, Jakeem stripped off his cables, Shots went off, Sam'd get a chance to make his debut, Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off, We noticed wig worms, he hid behind Rich, C-Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled in the men's room, Pool pistol whipped Mase and broke the handle, Desperate- crawlin to the door on all fours, Sham kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours", Oh my goodness, Waz grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin’, He layin like a gay model shoutin’ out Sebastian, He smiled with his teeth missin, beggin’ for mercy ‘No more god, there’s 68 thousand down at pier three’, Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin', Sham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon, It's over, another story told, Lyin’ with the snakes, tongue kissin’ cobras, Yo let me tell you how the game go, We gettin rid of all the prostitutes, Tony want the streets back for sure! Too many hustlers, too many thieves, We're fuckin’ up who's willing to fight and teach the seeds? Too much TV, guns and robberies, Lust and greed and hate the four devils- jealousy”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
What does life mean without death?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Soldier with the gas-mask
The other one don't understand me,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,